Chapter Fifteen Raffa #3
Guinevere’s lovely face cycled through expressions before landing on something like amused bewilderment. “Can I ask ... why does she seem to think you want to marry her?”
I enjoyed the way she framed the question because it spoke of her resolve to believe that I had never intended to and never meant to give Stefania that idea. There was no insecurity in her tone or judgment, just that brand of Guinevere Stone curiosity.
“Our families run in the same circles, and my mother has always thought Stefania would make a good wife for a man in ... my position. She comes from a good family with wealth and connections.” I shrugged.
“And she’s beautiful.”
I shrugged again. “There is beauty in everyone. It does not mean you are attracted to everyone.”
“So you have never ...” She flushed, and I chuckled warmly, touching her cheek with my knuckles to feel its heat.
“No, I have never wanted to. And if you do not mind, I would prefer to think about sleeping with the donna accattivante in my arms.”
We finished out the dance like that, flirting and laughing as if the deputy chief of the anti-Mafia commission was not watching me like a hawk, and as if Stefania was not eyeing me like a praying mantis.
At some point, I spun her dramatically and reeled her back into my arms, bending her back to place what was meant to be a playful kiss on her mouth. But the moment our lips met, I was lost to the taste of her tinted in sweet white wine and some kind of berry lip gloss.
Everything fell away.
Sansone.
Stefania.
The rising threat against my outfit and the pressures of my position, the responsibility to my family.
Nothing existed under the black-velvet sky except Guinevere and me, safe inside our globe.
“Come with me,” I whispered against her damp mouth when I realized I was dangerously close to indecency.
In answer, she took my hand and let me lead her from the well-lit dance floor back into the shadows of the columns and then out into the Boboli Gardens.
The gravel crunched under our feet as I took her up the left path bracketing the planted terraces and fountains into the lantern-lit side garden behind rows of hedges.
We walked for another minute until we found a stone bench I could pull her down onto, pressing my mouth to hers before she was even fully seated.
She hummed her pleasure onto my tongue and sank her hands into my hair, nails scratching at my scalp.
“I want to touch you here,” I told her, voice already raw with want, my hand slipping from her throat to span the width of her upper breasts exposed by the low cut of her gown.
“Yes,” she hissed, tipping her head back to give me better access, wanton as a nymph from Roman legends and just as ethereal. “Every night I’ve gone to bed without you, I’ve imagined how you might touch me next.”
I groaned as I brought my face to her chest, kissing along the neck of the dress until goose bumps blossomed on her skin. I couldn’t resist the urge to bite a bruise into the flesh beside her cornicello , and when I was done, I rubbed the pink skin with my thumb.
“Now everyone who doubted will know just how much you are mine.”
“ Io sono tua ,” she breathed, pushing down the cups of her dress so that her pretty breasts were bathed in moonlight. “Please, Raffa.”
I complied with her silent plea and ducked to lave her nipple, using my fingers to twist the other tight in my grip. Her cry was choked off, hips squirming against the bench as she sought pressure to satisfy the ache growing between her thighs.
“Are you already wet for me?” I asked against the bottom curve of her pale breast, biting into it because I liked the look of her ringed in teeth marks. “The only romance I am willing to give is this moonlit garden. What I want to do to you would make your virgin ears blush.”
Her breath caught before she said, “I want you to tell me. I want to be shocked. I want you to break open this locked box inside me filled with fantasies I don’t know how to voice.”
I lifted her other breast to my mouth and sucked a bruise beside her nipple before giving it the attention she begged me for with wordless moans.
“I want to taste your sweet figa again. Lick you until you are leaking down both thighs and screaming for me to ease the ache in your pussy needing to be filled.” I raised my fingers to her mouth and rubbed my thumb over her bottom lip so it fell open at my touch and then slowly slid one finger, then two and three, over her tongue as I spoke.
“I would start with one and then work you open on my fingers to train your untried pussy to take my cock. I think you would start to cry, pretty tears leaking down your face as you begged shamelessly for me to fuck you. Would you cry for me, cerbiatta ?”
“Yes,” she gasped around my fingers before sucking them harder into her mouth, rolling her tongue around the tips.
“And I would fill you up, but first, I would fuck this lovely mouth and teach you to take me deep into your throat, so I would show you how to take my cock the way I like. Rough and deep.”
She groaned around my fingers. I took her hand and laid it against the thick ridge of my trapped cock. “Can you imagine taking all this inside you? In your mouth and your throat and your delicious pussy?”
“Yes,” she said again when I removed my fingers, lifting her head from its supine position between her shoulders to reveal blown-out pupils, eyes glazed as if she was high off my dark fantasies and desperate for another hit. “You’d have to teach me. I’ve never done that before.”
“I can do that,” I promised, gripping her chin hard to punch a kiss to her lips before I stood up and took off my jacket.
She watched, panting, breasts wet and limned in silver light as I placed the inside of my blazer on the grass beside the bench.
“On your knees, pretty fawn.”
Our eyes collided like two cars, the sensation crashing through my body, rearranging my molecules until I was someone else entirely than I had been before. I watched as her trembling hand raised to her damp mouth, and I thought for one moment it was fear that moved her.
But then she was almost falling in her haste to drop to the ground on the jacket, arranging her skirt around her knees so that she was not tangled before she looked up at me and slowly licked her red mouth.
Cazzo , she was like something out of a Titian painting, at once innocent and powerfully erotic. For all her lack of expertise, she was eager and excited by the dark side of pleasure.
I stepped close to her, pinching her chin so her face was lifted to mine and I could gauge her expression. “What do you want?”
“You,” she said instantly, tongue dipping out to tap my thumb.
I wrapped her hair in my fist and used it to press her cheek to the swell of my dick behind my trousers. She rubbed against it, then turned her face to mouth the shape of my shaft with her lips.
I groaned and decided she was owed my honesty. “You are the sexiest woman I have ever known.”
Her little moan vibrated through the cloth to my cock.
“Take it out,” I told her, because I wanted to watch the excited flutter of her hands at my fly as she unzipped it and pulled me out through the gap in my boxer briefs so quickly that the shaft slapped across her cheek, smearing precum there.
She did not laugh or recoil. Instead, she tilted her head back and opened her mouth.
“Feed it to me?” she asked quietly, just a hint of nerves.
I fisted the base and painted the center of her tongue with my precum.
“ Divino ,” she murmured before chasing after me when I moved away. “I want to take more. I’ve thought about drinking straight from your dick since I tasted you at Fattoria Casa Luna.”
I palmed one of her cheeks, hooking a thumb inside her mouth alongside my shaft as I fed more into her hot, wet mouth. Her tongue flicked against the underside of my cock and thumb, lips tightening, sucking as if she would not be satisfied until my entire length was buried inside her.
“That is such a good girl,” I praised her, voice wrecked with the pleasure searing through my hips, up and down my body to curl my fingers and toes. “You look so bella with my cock stretching your lips.”
She moaned, lashes fluttering against her cheeks as she pushed forward to take even more of me. When she gagged, she frowned, pulling off and then replacing her mouth with her hand.
“Can you teach me how to take you deeper?” She licked her swollen mouth. “Into my throat.”
My low spine tingled, balls drawing tight at that sweet voice asking for such filthy pleasures.
“ Si, piccola , open your mouth and take a deep breath. When you want to gag, swallow around my cock until the feeling passes.”
She tugged me closer by the shaft and licked, kittenish, at the pearls of seed dripping from the end of me before sinking straight down my length.
Pleasure cut through me like a knife to the belly.
I folded over slightly, hand tightening in her hair as I helped thrust her along my shaft.
The feel of her swallowing around me, the sight of saliva pooling at the edge of her mouth and sliding down her chin, and the way her eyes flicked up to look at me, wet with effort from taking me so deep, had me on the edge faster than ever before.
“Fuck, Guinevere, you are going to make me come too quickly. Yes,” I hissed as she swallowed again and the last of my shaft was wedged down her throat. I pressed a palm to her throat gently just to feel the way I filled her up.
I jerked out to the head, her gasp cool and wet against my skin as she sucked in more air.
“Again,” she demanded, lifting her hands to wrap them around my hips, fingers digging into my ass to thrust me forward.
How was I supposed to survive her?
She took me harder this time, a tear trickling down her cheek as she moaned at the thick stretch in her throat.
I held her there for a moment, long enough to say, “With practice, I will fuck your face just like I can fuck your pussy. Fast, hard, your nose bumping against my groin. I will come straight down your throat like that.”
I released her, but she only took a quick breath before diving back down, hungry for me in a way I had never imagined. She continued, sucking wetly, uncaring of the mess I was making of her, just desperate to make me come.
“Please,” she said finally, “I want you to come in my mouth.”
I used my hand in her hair to tilt her head back farther and then leaned down to spit in her waiting mouth. “Hold on, then,” I warned her.
She shivered, clenching her hands around my ass and tugging me forward.
This time I pumped straight to the back of her throat. I set a rhythm she could follow to time her breaths and shallowly fucked her pretty face. One of my thumbs dragged through a tear on her cheek and brought it to my mouth.
“Even your tears taste sweet,” I told her, voice stripped bare as pleasure seared down my spine, threatening to turn it to ash as soon as I gave in to the fiery heat of lust Guinevere was stoking with her mouth. “Going to come. Be a good girl and lick every last drop.”
She hummed in agreement, and it was the last straw.
I pulled out of her throat and rested on her tongue. “Open wide.”
Fisting my cock hard and tight, I grunted as my atoms collapsed in on themselves, an implosion of pleasure that whited out my vision. I opened my eyes to watch cum stripe her tongue before she sealed her lips over the sensitive head of my cock and suckled out every last ounce of seed.
“ Madonna santa ,” I cursed, loosening my hold on her hair and stroking it instead.
She pressed her cheek to my trouser-covered thigh and planted a dainty kiss on my wet, spent cock.
“I loved that,” she admitted, her voice roughened by the face fucking and all the sweeter for it.
“Clearly, I did as well,” I mused dryly before sinking to my knees in front of her. “Are you a soaked mess beneath these skirts?”
She bit her lip but nodded as she raised her eyes to mine. “Yes.”
“Do you need my help to come?”
“Please.”
I stroked her cheek and lifted her skirt with my other hand until I found the bare skin of her thigh, tracing it up to her sex. She was drenched straight through the silk of her panties, thighs damp with it.
“What a dirty, filthy, beautiful girl you are,” I told her proudly, kissing her. “Now do you want to ride my hand?”
She gripped my wrist to keep my hand against her pussy and rose to her knees, spreading them slightly to give me better access. I slipped two fingers beneath the edge of the silk band and groaned at the slick, hot feel of her cunt against me.
“ Così perfetta ,” I told her as I lightly pinched her clit, and she gasped sharply, dropping her forehead to my chest in surrender to the pleasure. “How quickly can I make this pretty cunt come for me?”
She panted as I sank two fingers inside her, using the heel of my hand to press against her swollen clit.
“Ride them,” I said in that cold voice I’d grown to know she loved.
Slowly, her hips started dancing, rocking back and forth as she fucked herself on my fingers. After a moment, she whimpered, hands clutching at my hair.
“Not enough?” I crooned. “Do you need more?”
“I want you ,” she said, words almost slurred with pleasure.
As much as I would have loved to fuck her in the grass, there was no way I was going to take her virginity in the Boboli Gardens. Instead, I pressed another finger and then another inside her so she could feel the stretch and ache.
That was when she came to life.
She tossed her head back, nipples still lifted out of her dress and pebbled in the cool night air as she rocked her hips against me. Her eyes were closed, face tipped to the moon, and I knew I had never seen anything so beautiful.
“ Vieni per me, cerbiatta ,” I ordered, bending to fix my teeth to her neck in a sharp bite.
She shuddered against my thrusting fingers, grinding into the heel of my palm as she cried out. Her hand clutched so hard in my shirt she popped a button, but I barely noticed, transfixed by the noises she made as she wrung every last drop of her climax against me.
“ Bellissima ,” I told her, pressing a soft kiss to her throat before running my nose to her jaw and kissing that too. “How are you feeling?”
She sighed and laughed at once, opening lazy lids to grin tipsily at me. “One of the best moments of my life, I think.”
“ Bene , then we agree,” I said, kissing the little moue of shock on her mouth before carefully moving my hand from under her skirt. “Now all I want is you in my bed.”